Lie to me, right through me

I don't want to hang around the graveyard
Waiting for something dead to come back
I know you think you've got one up on me
That you can see something I can't
It's not love, it's just adornment
Bathroom wall graffiti
Like clichés printed on a t-shirt
Fortune cookie poetry

I don't want to waste a high
Hanging around some place I never was
Of all the reasons to feel hateful
You're the best of them

Treated me like a boyfriend
Some dumb fucking boyfriend
Treated me like a boyfriend
Like just some fucking boyfriend

Lie to me, right through me

I don't want to hang around the graveyard
Waiting for something dead to come back
I know you think you've got one up on me
That you can see something I can't

It's not love, it's just adornment
Bathroom wall graffiti
Like clichés printed on a t-shirt
Fortune cookie poetry

I don't want to waste a high
Hanging around some place I never was
Of all the reasons to feel hateful
You're the best of them

Treated me like a boyfriend
Some dumb fucking boyfriend
Treated me like a boyfriend
Like just some fucking boyfriend

Lie to me, right through me

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Adam David Willard, Inge Rolf Johansson, James Robert Bowman, Thomas James Gabel